Ning Xin Zhenjun was very surprised that the ancestor of the Duan family would invite her to teach Duan Qingya. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info was surprised and responded. It's not in the form of accepting apprentices, but as a senior sister to teach Duan Qingya.

What form does the ancestor of the Duan family don't care, not to mention that Ning Xin Zhenjun's way of dealing with it is more appropriate than accepting disciples. For the Duan family, this not only responds to the thoughts of the ancestor of the Duan family, but also completes Duan Qingya's master-apprentice relationship with the pure real person. And for Ning Xin Zhenjun, this just represents Fuguang's attitude. Even if Duan Qingya's cultivation is completely lost, Fuguang still respects him as the true monarch of Zhenyuan.

The ancestor of the Duan family got his wish, so early the next morning, Duan Qingya temporarily moved to Lingshui Peak. The head of Kaiyang Zhenren personally arranged the relevant matters and sent Duan Qingya to Lingshui Peak.

Before he came out of Ning Xin Zhenjun, Kaiyang Zhenren encountered Feng Liluo, who was talking to several female disciples.

Those female disciples came over to bring some small things such as jade notes to the senior sisters stationed in the Western Wilderness, and there were not many storage bags on the left and right, and the wind and the fall were all answered.

When the group of female disciples dispersed, the wind left and saw Kaiyang Zhenren looking at him with a smile, "Senior Brother Wuwei plans to leave today?" ”

"Exactly, Wuwei picked up Aunt Xiaoge and left, so he won't disturb the senior brother in charge."

"It's okay, it's done."

At this point, the corners of the wind's forehead twitched slightly. Secretly said, why is this Kaiyang head so idle today. He's here, so what's the point of him coming to pick up Su Jinge?!

The Fuguang faction is not allowed to fly with imperial weapons, and this rule has not been implemented very seriously. But there was only one person who flew in front of the real person in charge, and as far as he knew, that was Su Jinge, who was later imprisoned in the meditation room.

Kaiyang Zhenren had no intention of leaving, until Su Jinge walked out of the Lingshui Peak Deacon Hall, Kaiyang Zhenren was still standing steadily.

The wind is a little sad, is it really necessary to go all the way to the mountain gate? That's a long way off.

Su Jinge didn't seem to realize this, and said to Kaiyang Zhenren for a moment with his eyebrows crooked, and then naturally beckoned Feng Liluo to leave.

Feng Liluo glanced at the Kaiyang real person who was looking at them with a smile, and had to resign himself to stepping out of his legs, and at the same time shook off the folding fan in his hand. The folding fan walked slowly, attracting the attention of a large number of female disciples without accident.

After walking a few steps, the wind fell and found that Su Jinge was still standing in place. So he stopped and looked at him suspiciously.

Without waiting for the wind to leave and ask anything, Su Jinge stretched out a hand towards him.

In the cold morning breeze, the girl in white smiled with her eyebrows and eyes. The wide sleeves of the robe were blown up by the wind, revealing a clear wrist. There was no ornament on the wrist, which made it even more beautiful to have a slender hand.

The gaze cast to this side suddenly became more, with a bit of an inexplicable vitality that Kaiyang Zhenren had not felt for a long time, and it was very blazing. - It was the fire of gossip from the disciples of Fuguang.

These two, one with outstanding style and the other with a simple and bright face, are also eye-catching when put together.

I heard that these two still held a knot ceremony together. It was a good story for a while.

Looking at the gauze on these two bodies, although the color and material are very different, it is not difficult to see that it is the same style.

The Fuguang disciples who didn't know why didn't hide their gossip eyes. It's not good to talk about the sound of the big horn, so they exchange eyebrows with each other. Naturally, there are also many female disciples who are jealous or gloomy.

Even Kaiyang Zhenren felt that the picture in front of him was really beautiful.

But then, a word from the bright girl ruined the picture.

"Come, eldest nephew."

The eldest nephew .......

The little-known chaotic generations are no longer important, and everyone's attention is all on this down-to-earth name.

The nephew is the nephew, and a big word is added. There is nothing wrong with this title, but the nephew adds this big character, and it is difficult to equate it with the turbidity of the wind and the fall.

Looking at Su Jinge, who was unconscious, the corners of Feng Liluo's mouth twitched, and he put his hand over in resignation.

It's better than a trumpet flower.

Su Jinge clenched Feng Liluo's arm, said goodbye to Kaiyang Zhenren with a slight chin of his head, and then floated up with Feng Liluo in the eyes of everyone, and flew towards the mountain gate with the morning breeze.

With such a light posture, everyone couldn't help but doubt the weight of the two giant hammers behind Su Jinge.

Su Jinge's flight speed is far less than that of the wind, but it is not too slow. After a while, the two of them landed at the mountain gate.

The wind is still immersed in the taste of the wind out of thin air, and it is quite a little difficult to come back to your senses as soon as it lands.

"This kind of supernatural power is quite similar to Penglai Immortal Technique, but it seems to be completely different."

Su Jinge nodded and said, "It's the practice of another realm, and that realm reveres the power of the sun and the moon. I'll talk to you about it on the way. -- Let's hurry up. ”

The sprinkled gold fan spread out a golden light in the sun, and the first thing the wind said when it stepped on it was: "Is this magic weapon too consistent with my clothes?" ”

Su Jinge immediately rolled his eyes, "Don't worry, others can only see the light." ”

Feng Liluo thought about it, felt that it made sense, and secretly thought that he would just go this way, and then replace it after the Western Wilderness.

The gorgeous folding fan turned into a blue light in the blink of an eye, carrying the two Jindan monks and disappearing into the sky. There were only a few disciples left in front of the mountain gate who had never been happy.

There was only one sentence in Lingxian's heart: "Senior brother is honest and does not deceive me!" ”

I have been a disciple for three days, and every day is very exciting. It would be even better if he ignored the fact that he had offended Master Jindan.

But it looks ,......。

Lingxian craned her neck to look in the direction of the vanishing light. That Mingxin real person didn't go to his heart at all, right?!

The wind left and fell, without stopping, all the way to the west.

The more westward he went, the more different the scenery was from what Su Jinge remembered. By the time the vicissitudes of the world have been used, the word mourning can be used to describe what is in front of them.

The left side of the canglan is no longer a vast expanse, and the right side of the canglan is not seen as splendid and graceful as before. Instead, there are two patches of mottled scorched earth.

Remembering Murong Chong's entrustment, Su Jinge asked Feng Li to leave the bank of the Canglan River to pause for a moment.

The place where the sprinkled gold fan stopped was a barren mountain, and Su Jinge had never been here but felt familiar with it.

The fierce west wind blew cold in her heart.

Isn't the scene in front of you exactly what you see in the Phantom Snow Lake?

The ghost sent the gods, Su Jinge moved his steps down the mountain and went down the river. If it is really ten towns and nine emptiness, rotting corpses are everywhere. During this period, I happened to meet two monks, but both of them were nervous and frightened, so they avoided them as soon as they saw each other. Even the faces of those two people are the same as in the dream.

Is what you see in the Phantom Snow Lake really a predestined future?

Su Jinge rubbed his hands and wiped the fine sweat from his palms. There was no wind in that illusion, and now the wind was behind him. And he didn't go to Baihuamen at this time.

Su Jinge felt that the coldness in his heart had faded slightly.

The wind on the riverside is surprisingly strong, as if the next moment it will blow away everything in front of you.

Su Jinge stood by the river for a moment, then turned around and flew back to the mountain peak where he had just landed.

Here you can see a corner of the Shushan Sword Sect.

In addition to some necessary materials and weapons, the rest of the items on Su Jinge's body were stored in the storage bag that was separated by the wind, including the magic sword that Murong Chong had entrusted to him.

A good place was chosen, a pit was dug and a stone monument was erected. It took no more than half a stick of incense before and after.

After doing this, the two of them left without stopping long and continued to rush towards the Western Wilderness.

The blue light disappeared behind the clouds in the blink of an eye. Not long after, several foundation building disciples armed with long swords landed on this mountain peak.

They were all dressed in the Taoist robes of the Shushan Sword Sect, and their eyebrows were neatly cold, like a cold iron sword. These disciples of the Shushan Sword Sect noticed that there were high-ranking cultivators on this mountain peak who had stayed twice in a short period of time, so they came to investigate. So, as soon as they settled, they scattered in search of possible information.

One of the disciples at the beginning of the foundation building found the newly erected tomb, and the coldness on his face suddenly faded, replaced by an angry color, "Senior brother, look! ”

Several disciples gathered over and saw that the stone tablet was engraved with "The Tomb of Murong Chong, a rebel of the Shushan Sword Sect". In just eleven words, several pairs of eyes were suddenly angry.

The sword light was chaotic, and in an instant, the stone tablet turned into powder, and the tomb was also sealed and scattered, revealing the magic sword buried in it.

This is a cold iron long sword, and the system is the most common one of the Shushan Sword School. The mineral materials used to cast the sword are mostly produced in Shushan, the sword blade is cold and clear, and the master can be seen to wipe it from time to time, the scabbard is very simple, but the material is the most precious dyed wood of the Shushan sword school, and the hilt of the sword is wrapped with a thin layer of cotton thread to absorb sweat, and the cotton thread is produced in the spring breeze of Jingzhou.

Several disciples easily recognized that this magic sword was what Murong Chong used to wear in the past.

The disciple with the highest cultivation stared at the magic sword for a long time, and finally "snorted". Pouring his strength into his feet, he raised his foot and stepped on the magic sword for a few sections, and then left without looking back.

Several disciples followed, and the disciple who walked at the end kicked those remnant swords down the mountain in three or five strokes.

The light peculiar to the cold iron turned into several long parabolas in the air, and finally fell into the rushing river, and disappeared again.

Su Jinge, who had already gone far, didn't know about these.

Canglan went west, and it took less than ten days for the wind to fall and arrive at the West Wilderness station.

From the air, the vast desert is surrounded by a ring of stationing places, surrounding the banished streams. These stations are intimately connected to the original barren area.

It was sunset, and the disciples in the residency began to prepare for the campfire for the night. This busy scene added a little warmth to the slaughter.

As soon as he landed, Su Jinge heard a high and abnormal voice behind him: "Sixth lady! ”

Su Jinge's body stiffened. Hearing the voice, he repeated it with some hesitation: "Sixth lady? ”

Before Su Jinge could react, a man with brocade clothes and colorful hair had already rushed in front of him. Another "six ladies" was called. This time, there was too much emotion in Yu Ding's voice.

This man's breath must be demonic cultivation. The sparkle in his eyes was hard to ignore. The joy and joy contained in it can't hide the deep affection in the eyes.

Feng Liluo didn't know if Su Jinge, a nerd, had seen anything, but he could see it clearly in an instant.

The wind was sluggish for a moment, and then the next one didn't hold back, and let out a short syllable of "poof" from his lips.